Due to an internet banking problem (Maggie had changed the password and I didn’t know what the new one was) I was left sans dough to load up the betting accounts for a crack at the Grand Final yesterday, so figuring that the teams were so evenly matched that the game was too close to call I went back to bed for a bit, thinking I’d set the alarm to get up in time for Teddy Swims and the National Anthem.
Reece Walsh is God – Or Why Every Footy Punter Should Sleep Through the 1st Half of the Grand Final